From here to the cemetery, from here to the grave. How many did your
democracy save?
Clean slate, state oppression and yeah, once again, like a thousand times
before a thousand victims more. Take aim at the have-nots as always. And
once again freedom is being bought at the expense of truth.
Your beautiful world is dead.
- It will die a thousand times.
- I will watch it expire.
- It's time to kill this lie.
- It died a thousand times.
Blooded, pitch-black and yeah, we're tired of being expendable in their
community.And while you swallow every image they present.
We'll sing the songs to fan the flames of discontent.
democracy save?
Clean slate, state oppression and yeah, once again, like a thousand times
before a thousand victims more. Take aim at the have-nots as always. And
once again freedom is being bought at the expense of truth.
Your beautiful world is dead.
- It will die a thousand times.
- I will watch it expire.
- It's time to kill this lie.
- It died a thousand times.
Blooded, pitch-black and yeah, we're tired of being expendable in their
community.And while you swallow every image they present.
We'll sing the songs to fan the flames of discontent.
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